What now

Wow...been writing my whole life and now here I sit with a blank screen and nothing to say. Have to love the anatomy of it all. I use to hid all my secrets under my bed written on a page I thought only I read. I was in for a shock when my father could quote what I wrote. Why that bothered me so much is beyond me. I started life as a means to an end. I am not sure if I am lucky that it didn't work out for my maternal oven or unlucky. Of course everything has a reason and without all the bad in my life I would not have the good that I have.